Pajkova Germanija

Small village houses rise up on the south west of the Bela Voda mountain
and surround the narrow streets of the village German, which rise up
from the fields to the peak Stogo.

In 1931 in the Pajkovski family a girl was born - Germanija. The impoverished
family was happy at the birth of the girl because she would be able
to help her parents when they were old. From a young age, Germanija
showed signs that she would be a good, obedient, and wise young woman.

With the slow passage of time, Germanija grew within the poor family,
she grew stronger.

She grew up and went to school. In her eyes there was a desire for
education. She was one of the good students but she was not fortunate
enough to complete even primary school. Her father, because of their
poverty, was forced to remove her from school so she could help him
with work, as a blacksmith.

It was so sad! A young girl enters the workforce. She did not taste
the free life of a child. She did not get to play like a child. With
her small, calloused hands she picked up the heavy hammer to help her
father and her whole family. She got to know the grown up world even
better.

In 1946 with the formation of DAG Germanija organized herself into
the youth organization EPON. She was still small but she helped significantly.
Her skill that she learned at such a young age was now helpful not just
to her own family but to the bigger, more important family that was
called the homeland.

DAG put her to work as a blacksmith. She worked day and night making
shoes for the horses, metal plates for the bunkers and other things.
With her wiry little hands she held the hammer firmly and hit strongly
on the red-hot iron, in the same way that her comrades hit the enemy
on the front line. She did not know what it was to feel tired. Her eyes
shone brightly and every blow was a knife in the heart of the enemy.

In the hands of Germanija the hammer sang and the sparks flew like
rain, and then various pieces and tools were produced that would eliminate
the enemy.

Her skills grew with her work but her hatred for the enemy grew even
more.

"I will work as much as I can," she would say, and smiling she would
continue her work. "I know that only with mass participation, some working,
some fighting at the front, will we win sooner."

She also wanted to go to the front, to fight and land a huge blow on
the enemy. Her wish was fulfilled. One morning from the nearby mountains
a young girly voice was heard, along with other youthful voices, "I
want, mother dear, I want to become a young partisan."

The sweet melody of that song was carried to the liberated and enslaved
villages and gave hope and faith in victory; it gave news that a new
partisan girl had emerged

Germanija's unit also took part in the Lerin battles in February 1949.
Holding her rifle tight she shot. She ran, she fought heroically. An
enemy bullet hit her and she dropped, badly wounded. She continued to
shoot. But because of the heavy bleeding she lost consciousness, and
she fell into the hands of the murderers who threw themselves on Germanija
like hungry wolves, to force her to withdraw, to give herself up. They
tortured her a great deal. She did not utter a word. She steeled her
heart and gathered together her last strengths and stood once more,
for the last time, among her persecutors, and called, "Long live CPP!
Long live democracy!"